Monday, November 29, 2004

I return to The Swamp today, where Josh The Pilot will be waiting at the airport. May he greet me wreathed in smiles and bearing an enormous luggage cart to load up the fourteen thousand new photographs of Jim The Baby Nephew engaged in a wide range of riviting activities, such as lying on the floor.

Josh called on Thanksgiving Day, and I asked him what he and his family were up to.

“Sitting around reading Blonde Champagne,” he said.

Well, that’s just outstanding. I absolutely love the thought of my new boyfriend’s family gaining their first impression of me based upon this, this, and of course this.